Chapter 7
Katie
We couldn’t wait to finish our dessert and get out of there. Richard had already called his driver (when did he do that?) and he was going to take my car back to my house while Richard drove me to his apartment.
We haven’t even kissed, but the tension was thrumming in the air.
I don’t know how we managed to, but somehow, we kept our hands off each other in the car, and I’m thankful for that, even though it was physically painful for me to do so.
He was right there, and he was interested, so interested, if the smoky look in his eyes was anything to go by.
When we finally reached the building that houses his penthouse apartment, the luxury building that’s the most expensive complex in the whole city, I couldn't help but give him a sly look and ask, “Where were you hiding this when we were dating?”
He let out an amused scoff. “Nowhere, Katie. I was just on an independence mission, I guess. I wanted to have as much freedom as I could get from my dad for as long as I could. And the only way to do that was to technically cut myself off from my father’s money and influence.”
“Technically”, I teased him.
“Oh stop it”, he said with a smile, taking my hands in his, while we were waiting for the elevator.
And the mood had suddenly shifted from our playful bantering to something else entirely. I looked up through my eyelashes and into his deep green eyes, and he stared right back.
Just then, the elevator door dinged open. And thankfully, there was no one else inside.
So, I didn't waste any time before I practically pushed Richard into the elevator, before, I'm not proud to say, I practically pounced on him.
Hey, give me a break. This has been in the works for the past six freaking months. It's been hard keeping my hands off this ripped Adonis.
But I needn't have worried because Richard was just as enthusiastic and starved as I was, it seems.
Because the minute his back hit the front of the elevator, he grabbed hold of me and flipped us around.
So, I was the one with my back to the wall now. And he descended on me like a parched man who was seeing water for the first time in days. And I welcomed him.
It was our first kiss in so many years, and I wasn't disappointed. In fact, I was a little surprised.
I remember us having a lot of chemistry. And, of course, we did, but was it always this good? I'm practically creaming my panties and all from just a kiss. His tongue was invading my mouth, and I let him in, completely surrendering to his control.
I don't know how long we kissed for, no…how long he plundered my mouth for, but it must have been at least a few minutes because the elevator door opened, and a man's amused voice cleared his throat, causing us to spring apart like we were two teenagers caught under the bleachers.
We looked at the new entrant in dismay and confusion until we realized that we hadn't actually pressed the button to take us to the penthouse floor.
We were so engrossed in each other that for a few minutes there, we didn't realize where we were or what we were doing. Well, that's familiar territory for us, I guess, I thought in amusement.
I couldn't look at the guy who just came in. I was so embarrassed.
But a quick look at Richard told me that he was more amused than embarrassed. Men and their freaking egos, man.
Thankfully, the guy got off on the fifth floor. So, I didn't have to spend more time waiting for the floor to split open and swallow me whole because I was that embarrassed.
The minute the guy left, Richard looked down at me and practically laughed.
“Oh my God, you're beet red, Katie.”
“Oh, shut up. You don't have a single self-conscious bone in your body. Not everyone's like you, you know?”
“Yeah, yeah. Come here, you.”
He got a hold of my hips again, and pulled me towards him, not wasting a second more before claiming what had always been his.
This time around, he didn't stop at just exploring my mouth. And neither were his hands innocently placed on my hips.
He bent down further and sucked at the sensitive spot I've always had on my neck. And I felt my toes curling. I was holding on for dear life while he was giving me pleasure without even removing a single article of clothing from my body.
His hands started wandering, one up and one down. They'd almost reached their prize when the elevator door dinged again.
I let out a groan of disappointment, mirroring Richard's own. But we needn’t despair. We'd finally reached the penthouse floor.
And Richard didn't waste a minute more before he took my hand in his and practically dragged me out of the elevator and into his apartment.
I didn't even get a chance to look around because Richard was walking fast towards the bedroom. And he was practically dragging me behind him. But hey, I was not upset about it. I was in a hurry too.
But right now, for what I wanted, I just needed a bed and Richard with me. At one point, Richard got tired of my slow ass and just lifted me clean off the floor, while I let out a squeak of surprise. God is he strong. Oooh…I’m going to pay special attention to his arm muscles today.
And once Richard had dropped me on the bed, I did exactly that.
I got back on my knees on the bed, and before he could even sit on the mattress, I was on him. I took a handful of his suit, and pulled him towards me, making him stumble and fall on me.
And our eyes met like that while lying on the bed.
“I didn't know you were that strong.”
“You like it?” he asked.
“What do you think?”
And the hooded look he got in his eyes from my reply was all the answer I needed before he descended on me to again plunder my mouth while his hands were fiddling with the zip in my gown.
It looks like he's a little out of touch because the Richard I remember could rid me of my clothes in under a minute.
I decided to relieve him of his struggles and help him out by getting rid of my dress myself.
And then I returned the favor by slowly divesting him of his suit, all while maintaining eye contact with him.
In the past six months, I don't think I've even seen him without his suit. And Richard in a pressed T-shirt was just…oof. This guy is going to drive me crazy one of these days, I'm 100% sure of that.
With his shirt off, I could see a hint of his tantalizing muscles, and I couldn't wait to get my prize, so I literally tore through his buttons. It's a miracle that none of them popped out.
And when I finally got him shirtless, all I could do was just stare.
“What?” he asked, amused.
“What do you mean, what? Look at you. Where were you hiding all of this?” I asked, still not taking my eyes off his eight-pack and his freaking arm muscles.
How can a person have arms the size of a trunk? And how did I miss that all these months?
“All right, that's it. Come here, you,” he called out in obvious embarrassment. “It's time I worshipped you,” he told me, sending me a sly smirk before he made quick work of my bra and panties.
I thought I would be self-conscious, sitting naked before this guy, this guy I hadn't been intimate with for more than five years. But no, I'm not.
It's like a switch was turned on, and I was back five years ago, back to when this was like breathing for us.
Only it's more intense now. It's better now. Every single anticipated touch sends tingles down my entire body.
And Richard was taking his time, touching me everywhere, exploring me everywhere, all the while looking at me with this look I just could not decipher. Now it was my turn to ask him, “what?”.
“You’re just so beautiful, you know that, right?”, he told me, not taking his eyes off my body.
“Oh, stop it. You're just saying that.”
And that made him look up from my curves and into my eyes with a genuine puzzled, maybe even a little offended, look in his eyes.
“What are you talking about? I'm not just saying that. I really mean it. You are gorgeous. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. And trust me, I've travelled the world.”
“You must have seen literal supermodels, though Richard, so seriously…stop it!”
Now it was my turn to be a little offended. What’s he trying to do, calling me more beautiful than every other woman he’s been with. I know it’s not true, so why embarrass me with these pointless compliments?
“No, listen to me”, he insisted. He came near me, took my cheeks in his hands, and said, “Nothing compares.
No one compares to you. Your curves. Do you know how crazy I used to get for them?
I could disappear in them for days and not want to come out.
That's how much I love your curves, Katie. And your breasts are ample, more than a handful, just like I like it,” he muttered, while he…
damn, he really does look lost in my body.
I could feel the blush forming in my cheeks and travelling down my neck towards my body. I'm not used to these kinds of compliments. He wasn’t this forthcoming in his appreciation for my body all those years ago. What changed, I wonder.
And, while I was distracted by my thoughts, a mouth closed in on one of my nipples, and the pleasure went right to my pussy. And I arched off my bed with a loud moan.
“Oh, Richard, yes, just like that,” I shouted, everything else forgotten.
And he didn't waste any more time before he doubled down on one nipple while using his hand to tweak the other one.
And I was a goner.
My nipples were always my sensitive spot, and it looks like Richard never forgot about it.
I was literally gushing and I couldn't hold on any longer.
“No, you're going to make me cum by just sucking on my nipples, and I don't want to do that,” I told him firmly, lifting his head off my breasts.
I took his hand in mine and pushed his fingers against my vagina so he could see exactly how wet I was.
“Oh, Katie,” he moaned.
A quick look down at his crotch told me he was literally straining under his pants. He was as affected as I am.
“See what you do to me, Richard, and see what I do to you”, I whispered, not letting go of his eyes. He needs to know my urgency. He needs to know I don’t have time to prolong this any longer. I need…I need…
“I want that hard rod that's dying to get out of its confines inside of me, inside of my pussy.
And I want it right now. I'm ready, trust me.
I've been waiting for this for too long, and I just can't wait any longer, so please, fuck me. Give it to me. Give your cock to me because I need it right now”, I insisted. I know I am repeating myself, but I can’t help it. He needs to understand!
And that was all the encouragement he needed.
He made quick work of his pants and briefs, and his huge length sprung free, proud and hard against his stomach.
I licked my lips.
I really want to taste it. It's been too long since I tasted it, but no…control yourself Katie. You can always taste your yummy lollipop later. So, I settled for something better than that.
“Richard, right now please!”, I pushed him.
My pussy is aching, and the only thing that will heal this ache is a good pounding from that gorgeous rod of his.
But he still looked hesitant. Good ol’ Richard. Doesn’t want to take things to completion so soon. This won’t do. So, without further ado, I pulled him into me, hoping he'll take the hint, and he did.
What came next was the most glorious fucking session we've ever had. I came on his cock just like I wanted, and he came right after.
I don’t know how many times we fucked that night, but I lost count, and by the time we were done, we were too exhausted to even keep our eyes open.
This is THE best night of my life. I’m so glad I agreed to go to this ‘date’, I thought, satisfaction singing in every inch of my body while I finally drifted off curled in Richard’s arms.